The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, March 25, 1900, Page 3

THE SUNDAY CALL. loeal Artists Paipt Pieturesque Sap Frapeiseo s> [ SVCALYPTUS TREES) BY CADENASSD e 2z =z % 2 < 7> NOLDEN; VATE. PARK neY M. dSTRAY 7 BT OF CHINATOWN Y JOSEPH GYREENERAVM. ¢ ot~ A\ HE Bohemian Club, which has become a popular means of showing works of our local painters, is also diverting the trend of fashionable taste into an appreciation of local subjects. The spirit of distance lends en- chantment to the view had until the past few years not only influenced the art buyer to patronize foreign artists, but it bewitched him with a love of foreign scenes. There is causefor devout thankfulness inthe fact that a reaction has sct in. San Francisco is at last becoming pat- riotic in its admiration of the pic- turesque pemihsula. There is no community where nature has ever offered a better field for art. - “I am becoming more and more impressed with the color relation which exists between the sagebrush and the sand,” says Amadee Joul- lin. “Round about San Francisco you can find every tint of sand from brilliant white to deep yellow. I am particularly fond of the iridescent sands of Alameda. The exquisite combination of silvery tinged grass with here and there a rich brown vine gives the keynote to the scheme of color.” H. J. Breuer is in London now, wnd has never found anything so fair as old California with her red- brown hills. Fisherman’s Cottage on North Beach was one of Mr. Breuer’s favorite haunts. Joseph Greenebaum delights in the colors of Chinatown, and thinks nothing can equal them in Oriental splendor. Jokn Stanton prefers above all other things “a day on the beach.” “The crowds are exhilarating,” says Mr. Stanton. “There is life, animation and color. What more can an artist desire?” 2 “What can surpass the poetry of Strawberry Hill on a foggy morn- ing, or a group of eucabyptus trées in the desert?” Cadenasso exclaims. M. Strauss seeks the deep shade of the bay trees to place on his can- vas, and C. D. Robinson revels in the mysteries of our marines, and declares that the poetry of color that fills our harbor is the fog. . A . N e e 0022 RO O -, 2 paca?/] "'lr 7 VI U5 2 VL2N R SAES DR R R PRRACAT 2 < i T2 0 L e = é,ll_l //I”}}’/{,I/I//I/’/’I//I PR RRRRRRRA AR R TR A R I LR 7 Y oadd 2 2 ] \ RO R R 2 ntl'!"’””" v ,, N Y S AP CORLLE A BY W T NORTH mEAcy BREUER AMARINE BY < D.ROBINDON. & S